Page 60 of Poison Evidence

She wrapped her legs around his head and gasped and panted as he devoured her, alternating between slow and fast strokes, working her into a frenzy without bringing her to the edge of orgasm.

God, he loved this. He stroked her with his thumb as he paused to gaze up at her face. So beautiful, the way she gave herself over to him. She was all in the moment. Taking the pleasure he gave her, eager for more.

His tongue alternated between vagina and clit while his cock throbbed with arousal. When he reached his final moment, he hoped this would be the memory that ran through his mind. Ivy giving herself up to him. The sounds she made as he learned her body and gave her exactly what she wanted.

On the edge of coming apart, she pulled back from his mouth. He followed with his hand.

“No, Dimitri, we’re moving to the sleeping pads, where you can fuck me properly.”

He laughed and followed her from the pool. She went to the supplies first and grabbed a box of condoms he’d stashed with his toiletries.

She turned to face him. “Did you bring these here when you stocked the cave before we met?”

He shook his head. “No. I grabbed them when we abandonedLiberty. I didn’t really think we’d need them.”

She wrapped a hand around his erection and stroked the length of him. She smiled wickedly and dropped to her knees. “We could get by without them,” she said, then took him deep into her mouth.

He groaned and braced a hand on the cave wall, off-balance from the intensity.

She released him and looked up at him. The tip of his penis on her lips. Such a beautiful sight. “But I’m glad you brought them. Because I want this. I want you. I want to be thoroughly fucked.” And then she took him in again, a long, slow slide as deep as he could go.

She sucked down and back, and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt anything this good. But then, he couldn’t remember anything beyond this moment, anything other than Ivy’s mouth on his cock.

“You’re my first uncircumcised penis,” she said. She played with his foreskin, pulling it back and licking the exposed head, swirling her tongue around it. Then she took him deep, as much of him as she could take, all the way back.

His hips bucked. “You don’t”—he let out a low groan—“seem put off by it.”

She sucked on him as she slid up the shaft, then released him from her lips and stroked some more. “Hell, no. It’s fun.” She gave him another lick. “I never really thought about it before, but it’s just more skin. It’s you. It’s beautiful. Hot. And I can’t get enough.”

This wasn’t the slow lovemaking he’d claimed to want, but to hell with it. If all he could have was this, he’d take it.

Ivy was giving herself to him, freely. She was going down on him and enjoying it as much as he’d enjoyed going down on her.

“Time for me”—he firmed his stance and moved his hands from the cave wall to cup her face—“to fuck you properly.” He pulled back from her mouth.

She whimpered. “I’m not done.”

He put his thumb in his cock’s place, and she sucked on it.

He squeezed a breast with his free hand. “Get on the air mattress. On your belly, ass in the air so I can see you.”

Her eyes widened at his commanding tone, and she released his thumb and obeyed.

He paused to stare at what had to be the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Ivy MacLeod presenting her beautiful, wet body.

He grabbed a condom from the box and planted himself behind her. He licked her clit, then dipped his tongue inside. She turned her face to the mattress and groaned.

“Make as much noise as you want, sweetheart. We’ve got this whole island to ourselves.”

“That’s part of what makes this so hot. I feel like I’m living my darkest fantasy—one I didn’t know I even had.”

“Being fucked by a spy in a cave on a deserted island?” He wouldn’t call himself her captor, because she wasn’t a prisoner. He could only hope that wasn’t the fantasy she was referring to.

“Exactly.” She reached between her thighs and stroked her clit. “Touch me, Dimitri.” She slipped two fingers inside her vagina.

“God, that’s hot.”

“And it’s yours.”